Hi folks . . .
It has been a while since baby Peter blessed me with his presence. Many of you will know he and the whole family have been sick with this horrible flu. I am pleased to say that the entire family have recovered and today I heard a little ring of the doorbell, by Peter himself, and my heart jumped to see his beaming face and outstretched arms. Altogether . . . awww!
The first thing I noticed was that he seems to be lighter somehow which means he is, or I am much stronger.
Anyway it was not long before he saw his favourite biscuits in the jar and made very enthusiastic sounds that he wanted some.. So I got his high chair, he switched the radio on, Classic FM no less, and sat him down to give him some and his breakfast.
Yum . . . . he did enjoy his Cornflakes followed by Marmite on toast and cheese cubes and a beaker of milk. . . . . . and afterwards we had a little play with his favourite toys.
It belonged to his father, all those years ago and he loves me helping him to post 6 animals into their holes. If I position them right he 'clobbers' them and they go in.
I said to him, "Peter, put the animals into the house".
I could see his little gearwheels going round and he promptly opened the door and put them all in . . . . . then he closed the door and started laughing. Oh I did laugh.
We then got another puzzle which is a bit easier, also his dad's when he was a baby.
He can manage the cylinder shape and the square and sometimes the triangular shape . . . but not the others yet.
Then I got him out of his chair, checked his nappy, and had a little play with him. He still shuffles but can take a few unaided steps and I notice each time a little triumphant look on his face.
He made a beeline to the Tower I built for him and swiped it so hard at the base the pieces went all over the kitchen and he got all the pieces together and gestured me to build it again and he gleefully demolished it again. I was rather surprised that once or twice he arranged the pieces so all the yellows were together, all the reds and all the blues.
A great day of fun, and I am pleased to report he was not sick ~ thank goodness. He came to me when he was tired and put his head on my shoulder and fell asleep, and so did I for a while. It is very therapeutic holding a sleeping baby, but eventually I put him in his cot and covered him with a blanket.
He is back again tomorrow ~ I wonder what surprises that will bring ~ bless his cotton socks